Su Manluo came back to his senses, put the piano on the ground, picked up the ball and threw it back, Jiang Zhengyu smiled and thanked him, and then jumped off the high wall and ran back to the arena.

Soon there was laughter inside.

"I thought you were going to go over the wall, but I didn't expect the ball to fly back on its own."

"A kind girl threw it back for me just now."

"Is that girl pretty?"

"What are you thinking, just a little sister."

……

After hesitating for a long time, Su Manluo finally couldn't help but walk into the Keju field, hiding behind a lilac tree with rich flowers to watch Jiang Zhengyu compete with the leaders of Qiyun Society.

Under the sun, he sweated like rain, although his face was covered with sweat, but he did not show any tiredness, just because he liked to run as much as he could, and the feeling of sweating happily.

The first time they met, it was also the first heartbeat, and from then on, Su Manluo would always take various opportunities to see Jiang Zhengyu Juju, and also secretly inquired about whose son it was, and when she finally learned his identity, her heart fell to the bottom.

The sisters laughed at her delusional thoughts, and said to her with a disdainful expression-"That's a worry-free son, the richest man in Yaoguo, how can a person of our status afford it, don't think about it, it's the difference between cloud and mud." ”

The difference between cloud and mud,

The difference between cloud and mud......

Over the years, Sumanro has repeated it countless times in his heart.

But then she thought, what about wishful thinking? What about the difference between cloud and mud? Since she finally met the sunshine that made her heart flutter in the dark life of Goolan, she would be a flower blooming in the sludge, even if she couldn't climb high, just for him to bloom.

So she practiced her skills hard, hoping that one day she could become an Oiran and become famous in the capital, so that he would know about herself. So she broke the convention of the Qinglou, only selling her art and not selling herself, even if she was reprimanded by the guests and beaten by her mother, she was also guarded like a jade, hoping that after saving enough money to redeem herself, she could go to him innocently.

Now, the dream has finally come true, and she has become his friend, able to stand by his side openly. But she also understands that the person she admires is a high-profile young talent in the capital, and how can she be worthy of him? So even if it's just a friend who is not close, it's enough, she doesn't expect anything anymore, and she wants to stop there.

As soon as the game ended, Jiang Zhengxin couldn't wait to run to the arena with a handkerchief.

Jiang Zhengyu saw his sister running towards him, bent down with a smile, and waited for her to wipe her sweat, but who knew that her sister actually crossed her and went straight to Huanyue, and the smile on Jiang Zhengyu's face froze instantly.

"How's it going, tired or not?" Jiang Zhengxin asked while wiping her sweat.

Yu Yue smiled and said, "I'm not tired." ”

Jiang Zhengyu turned around and looked at the two, smiling helplessly, finally knowing that the era of his sister wiping sweat was over, and from then on he was only accompanied by his sleeves. He was just about to raise his arm to wipe the sweat on his head, Su Manluo had already walked in front of him, and the handkerchief in Su's hand was getting tighter and tighter, wanting to hand it to Jiang Zhengyu, but he was afraid that he would dislike it.

This handkerchief Su Manluo has always been on his body, and he has never used it, so that he can hand it to Jiang Zhengyu one day and use it for him to wipe his sweat, and I don't know how many years he has been with her, but he has always been clean, smooth, and as new.

Su Manluo hesitated for a moment, and finally sent the handkerchief to Jiang Zhengyu, his voice was soft and cautious: "Do you want to wipe your sweat." ”

At this time, she is like a shy girl, without the shadow of the glamorous and arrogant boss of the Junlou.

The audience began to talk again, saying that Su Manluo took the initiative to flatter, and in order to get close to Jiang Zhengyu, he used such a diligent method, but Jiang Zhengyu knew that Su Manluo's move was to help him resolve the embarrassment, so he couldn't bear to refuse the other party's kindness, and he didn't want to pay attention to the gossip, so he took the veil with a smile and said to her: "Thank you." ”

After wiping the sweat, the handkerchief was already wet with sweat, Jiang Zhengyu felt that the handkerchief was dirty, and he was embarrassed to return it to Su Manluo, and said to her: "I can't ask for this handkerchief, I'll ask someone to send you a few good shark silks when I go back." ”

Su Manluo looked at Jiang Zhengyu and didn't say anything, just smiled and nodded, "Okay." ”

Jiang Zhengxin shook his head after hearing this, feeling that Jiang Zhengyu was really incomprehensible, and the heart of other girls could be repaid with a few sharks, but his brother has always been arrogant, and now he has a heart, so Jiang Zhengxin is not good at admonishing anything.

When Prince Qing saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel envious, and took out the handkerchief he carried with him from his arms and handed it to Liyuan: "Brother Huang, it doesn't hurt if there is no beauty to hand us two handkerchiefs, I will bring handkerchiefs to myself, give it, you wipe it first, I will wipe it later." ”

“……”

Li Yuan's heart was already sore because of the intimacy between Jiang Zhengxin and Wei Yue, and his face was even more depressed at this time, he glanced at Prince Qing coldly, and left without saying anything.

Prince Qing was frightened by the cold eyes of the imperial brother, and he didn't know what he said wrong, and there was another layer of cold sweat on his sweaty forehead, and he was busy wiping it with a handkerchief.

……

The stone room of the ancient Yanjiao is brightly lit, and all the soft gauze and soft clothes are scattered on the ground, and the vermilion tent is full of beautiful scenery.

Yan Ene stroked the face of the beauty under him, and said evilly: "If you say when a woman is the most beautiful, then in addition to laughing, it is time to cry." ”

When he raised his hand, his palm was wet with tears.

"You know what? Although I like your face, I don't like your name, how noble and arrogant, I want to stain it when I hear it. ”

There was a broken light and shadow in the beautiful eyes of Bingqing, and tears kept flowing, wetting the pillow. She was forced to give up her weak tendons, unable to struggle, and did not even have the strength to die, because of the humiliation, her body trembled incessantly.

"You summoned the Three Lives Conference to kill my father, and caused my Guyan Sect to decline to this point, I don't ask you for anything, I always feel that it is too much of a loss."

Yan Ene pinched Bingqing's chin, lowered his head, and his voice was bewitching and playful: "What are you crying about?" And I, you're so unwilling? ”

The hoarse voice was getting closer and closer, and the hot snort brushed the icy black hair: "Is my face not as good-looking as Leng Yueyue, or is my figure not as good as his......"

Hearing that name, Bing Qingjie's heart hurt even more, and even if he closed his eyes, the tears still couldn't stop falling.

Yan Ene looked at Bing's light gaze as if he were looking at a dying prey, and his hatred made him want to bite the other party's neck and be bloodthirsty. It's like looking at a noble snow lotus, and the evil thoughts make him want to break it and crush it into the sludge.

The red manzhu sava pattern on his chest was as bewitching as blood, and Yan Ene smiled, even more beautiful than the flowers blooming on the other side of the underworld, and he wanted to take her to hell with him.

The light on the bronze lamp was not extinguished all night, and the self-esteem, pride, and innocence of the ice were light...... It was completely destroyed overnight.